The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1887-07-13


spoken volumes to anyone experienced
enough to read them.
And what of him? All that year he
had worked as he had never worked
before, and the end was gained. His
great picture had given him fame
enough to be the master of pretty
little villa on the Thames, daintily
furnished, and boasting rose gar
den worthy of Istamboul, a pleasure
yacht and carriage. There was
dun cow, moreover, in the little pas
ture at the back, and noble New
foundland dog lying ut his feet. Also
Il lady's workable and easy chair be-
side one of the windows, at which he
gazed with proud smile. He took
an embroidered nOte-case from his
breast pocket, and extracted from its
leaves the faded efligy of n blush-rose.
"Do you see that, Paul, my boy?"
he said gaily, holding it towards the
dog, who was watching him curiously.
And Paul smelt it. and look still
more bewildered. What could his
master want of such thing? Was it
not June, and were not the roses
blooming in the garden? Why did he
not go there and gather fresh onep
All. Paul, that was all you knew
about it! Curtis Howard was press
ing it to his lips, like lover in an old
romance, murmuring, 'she took the
thorn from it before she gave ii to me,
angel that she was Dear little
Mary"
Mary Morrison's tasks for the day
were over, the COWS had been stalled
for the night, the milk was put away,
and her father had gone to the next
house to smoke his pipe with a brother
farmer, and exchange opinions about
ploughing. The girl was alone, and
a little lonely. So, calling Trip, she
put on her hat and went slowly down
the hill. Beside the gate she halted.
Here we first met" she said softly
to herself; and leaning against the
rail something dimmed her eyes. She
dashed il away Indignantly. Had she
not promised herself that she would
grieve no more for what could not be
helped.
Crying for the moon, like a great
baby as | ami she said, stamping heI
little foot Indignantly. II wonder,
Trip, that you do not laugh at mel"
Trip had something better to do. An
enemy was in sight-a great black dog
was marching gravely up the hill,
waving his feathery tail as if he was
monarch of all he surveyed. Trip,
small as he was, would convince him
to the contrary, and showing all his
teeth, and growing as if he had swal-
lowed an earthquake, he made sud
den dash into the road, with bark
like twelve penny trumpets blown by
one breath.
"Trip, Tripl' cried the girl without
looking round.
Paul, be quiet" said voice that
made her heart stand still. "Trip,
why Trip, my fine fellow, have you
forgotten me-"
The sharp bark changed into de-
lighted whine, the two dogs suspended
hostilities and came together at her
feet; then someone followed, and her
hand was taken i'll warm one.
1T is you, them" she said, turning
round and looking into the bright, gay
face she never expected TO see again.
sit is II and he gazed as earnestly
as she had done.
She was not thin or pale; she evil
IDENTIFY had not pinned for him; and yet
there was something-an added look of
gravity and seriousness that only love
can bring.
Are you glad to see me?''
/ Every, very glad" she said, bend
ing down to caress Paul. who thrust
his cold nose into her hand, and to
speak kind word to Trip, lest he
should get jealous of the sable stranger.
The artist leaned upon the gate and
waited patiently. When she looked
up again he said quietly, Il have often
thought of you all these long, long
months. | painted your picture for
the exhibition this year and it has
made my fortune, So | came to thank
you for having put so much happiness
within my reach. | am going TO be
married, | came to say goodbye to
Mary Morrison first"
There was no answer. She turned
white to the lips, but kept her eyes
! fixed steadily upon the western sky.
ITO say goodbye TO Mary Morri
son" the artist continued. land TO sa-
lutte, l hope, Mary Howard before re-
turn. What say you, darlingy"
She yielded to the encircling arm
that drew her nearer, and looked up at
| him.
Are you in earnest?"
81 wish you would be half as much
so?"
did brighten you, Mary? Then
you love me; you cannot deny it after
that. Listen: / have been hard at
work this year, making home for
you. Your picture gave me the means
TO do it, and will give me, through
other orders, the means of doing much
more. 1t is not a palace, but it is
pretty place enough, and it has Il
rose-garden, Mary. You took the
thorn from ont the rose for me long
ago; come with me and take them from
all the roses through my lifey Can
you? Will your
There were tears in her eyes now
which she did not try to dash away,
and Trip and Paul were witnesses or "a
second meeting of those lips. which
seemed to imply that the rose-garden
would not have to wait very LONG for
its pretty mistress. Then the four
went up to the farmhouse, in the
moonlight together.
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